Bite Marks

(альбом: The Confirmation Collection, Vol. 1 - 2011)

[Kavy:]
Yeah, It's your boy bad credit, Kavy
I'ma hand over the mic to my boy J to the O
And he's about to open a can of verbal whoop ass
On you slow ass niggas who don't even know how to count a bar
One measure, nigga
I'ma let this nigga rip on y'all real quick, man
Honestly

(You) Don't want it with me, at least not lyrically
(And you) Don't have the saliva needed to spit with me
(You) Couldn't see me even after lasik surgery
I am by far verbally superior
I'ma shark, I'ma shark
I'ma shark, I'ma shark

[The Jokerr:]
My lyrics grab your attention like carnivorous bird claws
My verbal collage is beautiful like soothing music in a herbal massage
All I really do is sell an image like television
And conveniently fail to mention any personal flaws
Lyrically, I'm more than worthy
Sending niggas home on gurneys
I snap a rapper in half like the wishing bone on turkeys
Theres professors from Harvard to Berkley wanting to murk me
Cause my existence contradicts there whole life's work inertly
I'm like verbal science fiction, the illest semantics
In fly extinction combine it with five minute giant mixing
I got professional biters hiding nightly right inside my kitchen
With spy equipment, desperately tryna listen
So I gotta protect my interest
I only write in abandon airplane hangers and change languages every sentence
From English to Spanish, Lebanese and Egyptian in invisible ink and read 'em back in forensic lenses cause

[Kavy:]
(You) Don't want it with me, at least not lyrically
(And you) Don't have the saliva needed to spit with me
(You) Couldn't see me even after lasik surgery
I am by far verbally superior
I'ma shark, I'ma shark
I'ma shark, I'ma shark

[The Jokerr:]
Ayo, my brain super computes billions of bated cycles
Your dumber than parents leaving their children to play with Michael
Your circumstance is a reflection of your poor judgement
That's why I'm standing over face down on the floor plunging
Cause crossing me's a poor philosophy, I warned you not to be
I'll throw a whole saguaro cactus at you horizontally
And clothesline your crew with throat spines and watch 'em swell
I'm like the acupuncture therapist from hell
Swooping down to clip you and handicap your balance
And snatch you off the ground with a pair of cretaceous era pterodactyl talons
The pre-jurassic body snatcher with an act for clowning
Grab the mic in cyphers, and saran wrap tacks around it
Now you can call me a jerk if you like
But I ain't taking crap from nobody like septic tank service workers on strike
I'm verbally tight, a gift of this art
You're nothing more than an insignificant wiff of a fart
And thus

[Kavy:]
(You) Don't want it with me, at least not lyrically
(And you) Don't have the saliva needed to spit with me
(You) Couldn't see me even after lasik surgery
I am by far verbally superior
I'ma shark, I'ma shark
I'ma shark, I'ma shark

[The Jokerr:]
I will bite you
I will swim around with my dorcil fin
Stick it up out the water, and credit card your butt crack with it
(Okay, hold up, alright so, so you say that you're a shark
Does that mean like, you like bite other rappers lyrics and stuff?
Because like, sharks bite and rappers bite other people too)
Wow
My rhymes are like isolated cases of severe criminal insanity
They don't occur often, but if they do, it's a calamity
Lives get shattered and wives get battered and minds get splattered
My rhymes are way over your head like fore canopy

Ayo, I'll swing a chain and chop your green to relish
And cut through your skeleton like jellyfish chilling by submarine propellers
Enough of being jealous, I'm the meanest
I wore Adidas and graffitied on my own placenta as a fetus
And I get psycho when I write flows
My wrist are quite swole
I conduct whole symphonies with light poles
And it gets ice cold when the maestro flows
With global temperatures colder than Pluto's over night lows
See, I can't sacrifice illness for time budget
So I grind on whatever line that my minds stuck with
From divine to benign subjects
It just doesn't get uttered 'til they're lined up regardless of the substance
See, rappers get jealous and hate on what they can't achieve
Cause they ain't hot and can't get cold like anti freeze
But it's basically as easy as ABC's (How?)
Abcdefghijklmnopqrst

[Kavy:]
(You) Don't want it with me, at least not lyrically
(And you) Don't have the saliva needed to spit with me
(You) Couldn't see me even after lasik surgery
I am by far verbally superior
I'ma shark, I'ma shark
I'ma shark, I'ma shark